But that's the problem with love - it acts on you, works through you, resists your attempts to control.

Happiness is found when no one is looking

I still wanted to know why. As though somebody was going to answer that for me, as though any answer would be satisfying.

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

But that's the problem with love - it acts on you, works through you, resists your attempts to control.

Welcome to the free world. We give people the power to choose. They can even choose the wrong thing. Beautiful, isn't it?

The last laugh, the last cup of coffee, the last sunset, the last time you jump through a sprinkler, or eat an ice-cream cone, or stick your tongue out to catch a snowflake. You just don't know.